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Maybe we're in a mess
Or maybe it's cold out there
It seems like a cruel test
This weight's too hard to bear
And maybe we'll find a way
To raise the flag again
It's gotten hard to say
This land is our land
Some days you can look around
And see hope in the eyes
Of those who are still bound
To a world of bloody skies
We're getting tired of holding on
To the righteous stories
And the fairytales and songs
And the wind that's blowing old glory
They can take away our rights
But what makes them worry
They know it's in us to fight
And never trade hope for glory
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